[Intro: Heems]
All tan everything, shout out to tanlines
All tan khaki king, last white mogul
All you see is rupees when you Google
Rubies in his doodoo
Emeralds in his turban
Nervous, swervin' in the Suburban in Durban
All tan mans, they tangent to Tanzania
With a Mia Farrow looking sparrow to help me re-up

[Verse 1: kechPhrase]
Yo, when the microphone is on
Feeling like Corleone or a Young Al Capone
Word is born, instant relief like cortisone shots
I'm hot, like when I pass that dutch
You cats can't touch
I dance up on tracks you strut like what
What you really tryna prove?
Kech on the grove rock steady like the crew but I'm new
And if you tryna jack my style I'm versatile
Leave you up in Exile like that homeboy Blu
Chosen few, fuse on the track like glue
I've got, a remedy for all you enemies
I see, you tryna creep on the scene like centipedes but
Ayo, I spray lines and exterminate ya
These impersonators, got my flow down, so down so verbatim
So I change it up, lyrical Picasso from Chicago
Painting pictures everyday, que paso
Como estas yo esta en la casa
Hago la raza, you ain't en mi clasa
And I make good music like Sa-Ra
It's kechPhrase on the track no escape now
Ch-Chick blowww, move from the gate now
I'm telling every single emcee to stay down
Hilary Duff sounding cats saying Hey Now!
[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]
Dum shiny sweet exercise, electric slide
Choreographical, spectatical
Spectacle, hectical, African aspects
Trans Atlantic affects
Foreign accents, assonance
Appreciate how my supreme alphabet appreciate
Heh, like they say wine do
I fucks with this record you should play mine too
Kool A.D., toasting off promotional clips
Beautiful like the sky and the ocean and shit
Roller coasting in whips, Hunter's Point Alameda West Oakland and shit
Subtractive schooling
Brain drain, brang dang dang dang
Game so hang mayne, brain go bang bang
Yeah, anything tho thang thang
Yeah, anything tho thang thang tho thang thang

[Verse 3: Big Baby Gandhi]
Baby, feel me? Fuckin' Gandhi
Redman, Method Man
Wu-Tang Clan, Duran Duran
Jackie Chan, you don't want no trouble
Lupe Fiasco but I'm not an asshole
Ayo look mom, they gonna give me grammy
The immigrant father, I get it from my family
Michael Jordan, I took shots in space
Michael Jackson, I lost my face
A Muslim man, got cops in my place
Even though I'm Rick Ross no rocks in my case
Paul Bunyan got the ox by the waist
Tell the guap by the taste
Ali, yeah I'm the greatest
R. Kelly, I'm the world's greatest
Gandhi got love for my neighbors
Big Baby I'm ghost like vapors
[Verse 4: Epic of BBU]
Speak now or forever hold your Jesus piece
When heathens speak peace while preachers preach them propaganda
Life without standards is not what we after
Children not of rapture who roll blunts faster
Than we can read a chapter, often chose the latter
Whiskey on the brain putting water on the platter
? and food stamps can make a perfect platter
So working 9 to 5 tomorrow really doesn't matter
Pimp the system stupid, black and born to use it
Ain't scared of death so I'm barely tryna prove it
Emotions sound like Basement Jaxx, I bleed Etta James
Whitney taught me about fame not cocaine
Death by ? train, wrote this for Soul Train
That'll hold you down in heaven and take it as home mayne
Rest in peace, the world is a piece of shit
I know, cause I'm a piece of it but I can't find no peace in it
So I treat it like a lease and dip
With two chains on while I'm riding round getting it
Get it? Cause I'm riding round getting it
Ahaaaahhhh, yeah